noah fence, but harry telling you to look at him when you cum. your hands tangling up in his hair, legs trembling as you feel your whole body tensing up. the knot in your lower tummy tightens and your breathing picks up rapidly.

“go on, love. pull my fuckin’ hair.”

a groan leaves harry’s mouth when you give his hair a quick tug, and trying to push him more against you, grinding your core against his tongue, as it flicks and suckles on your clit.

“look at me.”

and when you go completely silent for a second, his eyes watch your every move. the way your upper body jolts. the way your eyes roll back as you bite down on your lip. the way your hair falls down your chest, the way your skin flushes at the quick works of harry’s tongue.

and when you’re slowly coming down from your high like a dainty feather, his lips curve up into a smile, and he starts planting soft kisses on your inner thighs.